Hermosa Asesina

fourteen

"You fucking bitch! When I find you, I'm going to kill you and your whole goddamn family, do you understand me, pendeja? Escuchame con atencion, voy a cortarte la polla!" I scream over the phone. Currently, I am on the phone with the leader of The Black Tigers. Once our allies, now my fucking enemy.

"I wanna see you fucking try Mr. Scarypants. I'm not scared of any of your bs. Come get it if you ain't pussy." he chuckles in between sentences, "I mean, all we took was some pocket change, isn't that right?" I scream into the phone before the line disconnects and I hurdle it into the wall.

"Marcello!" I scream stomping out of my office. Marcello comes lurching out of his room annoyed he's being called upon.

"Que paso?" He asks rubbing his eyes.

"Trae a Robert, ahora!" I demand. His body tenses at the command and runs off into his room to change quickly

3.5 million.

3.5 million dollars gone, by some useless ass, wannabe, mob.

Yes, 3.5 million is fucking pocket change, I couldn't buy the fucking tissue paper in my bathroom with 3.5 million. But, betraying my family, our trust! I'm gonna enjoy every second of torturing that stupid fuck!

Robert, our messenger, was supposed to be sure of them. That they were trustworthy. That they wouldn't fucking steal three and a half million fucking dollars!

I stomp to my room slamming the door open, then shut. Peace. Peace is all I want for the next hour, at least.

I sit on my bed and rub my hands against my head. The Black Tigers aren't shit, they would destroy their own gang before they could hurt another's. But, we have bigger things on our hands right now, and taking time out of our hands to have to deal with these useless dicks, fucks us up further. I groan as my phone rings beside me.

"Que deseas." I groan over the phone, not looking at the Caller ID.

"Santiago, did I call at a bad time?" Madeline asks. Her voice startles me and causes me to lift my head and sit up straight.

"I- no, you didn't. Sorry, just not in the best mood."

"Sorry, I just wanted to say thank you, for coming yesterday. I don't think I would have made it without a panic attack if you weren't there." She giggled. My bad mood nearly disappeared hearing that laugh. God, it was nearly as beautiful as she was.

"Don't apologize. You were clearly upset, I wouldn't leave you like that for a second." I can tell she's smiling over the phone. I don't know why, but I knew she was.

"For someone who's so dangerous you do sound awfully charismatic." Her statement causes me to laugh. "How's your shoulder?"

"For someone so dangerous, you sound a bit concerned. But, I'm fine I suppose. My shoulder is killing me but it's all worth it if you're the one that hurt me." She goes quiet for a second before letting out a shaky breath.

"I- Tatum is calling me, I should go." She says her voice shaky. I bite my bottom lip before smiling to myself.

"Come to my house at nine. Dress nice."

"I-"

"No objections. Just because I'm being nice doesn't diminish the fact that I am your superior. I'll send Luca over to pick you up." I stand up taking off the black sweater I was wearing along with my T-Shirt. I walked to my bathroom and stared at the wrapped-up gunshot wound. I took off the bandage to see that the shot had fucked up my tattoo.

"I- yeah." We say our goodbyes before I finally put the phone down and remember the fucking shit I have to deal with today. But, the highlight of my day will be seeing Madeline.